Saturday, February 21, 2015

To Enjoy Him Forever

Boulders cracked and cluttered
snuggled up in green shag.

Hollow sun-blond cedar
speckled with ruddy lichen.

Quiet eyes explore the quarry;
 fingers wander canyons,

trace their course
up the trunk of a fir.

If there is one, I suppose
this is the why.

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